Ghost Pirates (Old Los Angeles)

You find yourself devoured by woodland creatures

Lighting matches under my hat, 'Ghost Pirates'

Frosty mug of rum

[Holocaust]

Old Los Angeles, heroin epidemics

I bust slugs that love to figure skate through meat

We had a merry war, turned M.C.'s to cabin boys

I carved Wu-Tang in its hide, you heard the stabbing noise

Rawhead Rex, snake eater from dungeon

I web up dead bodies in a sewer, underground London

Passion in the Desert, my guns will love backwards

Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter

Just around the royal staircase, he runs laughter

My forearm is made out of rifles that bust faster

And pop might murder the woman in the hereafter

I laugh 'cause I'm a pirate, shot you twice in the abdomen

Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet

The blood sprayed into my face

And ran down my revolver like the gaze of the next victim I slaughtered

Caught within a second, he wandered down the tunnel

Til the ghost of a little boy ran by at the end

I squeeze the trigger violent, Warcloud the tyrant

All wet with blood, on Godly assignment

Slap a whippersnapper, ya's better mount up and slither

I smack you like a bear thrust a salmon out of a river

[Chorus 2X: Holocaust]

Roll him up in the carpet, carry him up the staircase

Ghost Pirates, Old Los Angeles, and we're fabulous

Rhyme biohazardous, shot him twice in the abdomen

Then opened up the back of his head like a cabinet

[Skarekrow]

My liquids drip through your storm drains, stained window sills

Black feathered birds gathered in the back of the cornfield

Stuck like a quicksand on rich land

While Apostle tried to translate the novels in the palm of my hand

I break training wheels and kick stands

Produced clones of myself with one hair strand

Live in stereo, perform miracles at your burial

One shot from my crossbow is enough to scare you sterile

Mars applies, blanket your eyes in disguise

While I'm on the low, tiptoeing through the shadows

Setting the stage for my entrance

When I hit the street, smoke leaving me like incense

Intense events, shiny instruments

Got you ducking my bucking, my introduction is deep moans and groans

Screaming bone collector, soul resurrector

Bloody horror show records, swoop down and take your man's hands like checkers

You're all left beheaded by the dreaded Skarekrow

Fiery war chants giving oak branch elbows

Stone bones staircase, my home and air base

You misplaced, now which way do you go?

Yo, I jump and bite your Adam's Apple

The air hits thirty three below

You trapped wit the Iceman made of hot snow

Old clothes, innocent blood, throwing a cemetery club

[Chorus 2X]

[Holocaust]

"Trees, whose fruits withereth, without fruit, that are twice dead"

The sleepy old man, who tips his head

He said "I have a bat in my belfry and a baseball in my bed"

A skeleton, loading revolver in a snowstorm

Vampire Wolf in the studio in my ghost form

Feet in the mud, my slugs are like thugs

That get all up in you at twilight, like street surgeons

Gape into the future, we'll black market your organs

Hand the project kid some loot and a pair of Jordan's

Block head niggas, my poem, you'll get a hold of that

In the Redlands, red boulders, watch the ogres hatch

The long shadow, Hard Rain in America

Cantaloupes fall out of your back from cannon raps

They leave the scene bloody, I'm haywire and nutty

Warcloud, who bit open beats and got muddy

Now I lounge on the track with the Skarekrow

Give knuckle sandwich delicacies, and it's real as the hallway

Gats sunk to me, let's murder some more web heads

An old jagged fence where you hang your clothes to dry

[Skarekrow]

In God We Bust, blow clutch, put big green in unnamed trust

Miscellaneous, my code name alias

Word archery, armoury, perform track surgery

Giving you brain strains and lower back pains

When you talk, I cover your tongue like fat daddy shoestrings

Blow your game in the grain with stainless styles

Black Angus, stoned off by igneous, enemy lust

Left them all in the dust, now must

You keep playing your self, and claim you paying dues

You the type of head, run out, and tell old news

Wouldn't know The Delfonics if I left you clues

Tangled and strangled in a game of Snafu

I seen more life in a statue, uh

And the truth hurts like body piercing and tattoo

My mental strength is chemically natural, physically impossible

To be recreated, upgraded and duplicated, formats fat and saturated

You must have heard two millions shots when the 'Ghost Pirates' raided

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Holocaust]

Immortal battalion with pirate ship and a ghost crew

Explosives twisted in my beer